Rolling home

trad.

	A	A7	D
Call all	hands to man the capstan, see the	cable run down	clear.

	D	A	E7	A
Heave	away, and with a	will, boys, for old	England we will	steer;

	A	A7	D
and we'll	sing in joyful chorus in the	wratches of the	night,

	D	A	E7	A
and we'll	sight the shores of	England, when the	grey dawn brings the	light.

Up aloft amid the rigging blows the loud exulting gale,

like a bird's wide out-stretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail;

and the wild waves left behind us seem to murmur as they flow,

there are losing hearts await' you in the land to which we go.

Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before,

ancient ocean heave to waft us to the well remembered shore.

Cheerup, Jack, bright smiles await you, from the fairest of the fair,

and her loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere.

Deutsche Version

	A
Dor föhr vun	Hamborg mol son olen Kasten,

	A7	D
Met Namen	het he Maghel	lan.

	D	A
Dor weer bi	Dag keen Tid to'n	Brassen,

	E7	A
Dat lät man	all'ns bet abends	stahn.

Bi Dag dor kunn dat wein und blasen,

Dor wör noch lang keen Hand anleggt,

Dat köm erst abends na veer Glasen,

Dor wör de ganze Plünkram streckt.

Dat wer so recht denn Ol' n sin Freeten,

Dat güng em över Danz und Ball.

Har Janmaat grad de Piep ansteecken

Denn röp de Ol: "pull Grotmarsfall".

Oh, Maghelan, du olen Kassen,

Ditt Leed sall di een Denkmal ween.

Bi Schnee un Regen schrapt Jan Mat Masten

Und achtern supt se Beer un Köhm.